I recently had the pleasure of breaking words with an old mentor, and chieftain in his own right.
This is a man of the lycurgan creed. Of the wolf-moon and horned-god.
He shares his spoils with those who he knows to be true.
Those who dance around their own fires and howl at the world that has deemed them villains… and all those who dare speak to their ilk.
This man asked me of Halithaz, and how we grow.
He asked me what this :new way: intends to lead to…
And I gave him the only answer.
Having known me for many years, he has bore witness to my growth, and aided me whenever needed along that path.
He sees now the torch must pass on, and I intend to do so with the utmost glory.
And he then, with understanding of my cause revealed to me a sacred blade. It came in the form of words.
Not to wound, and not to threaten, but to further arm an old pupil on the same path he took years before.
They formed as such:
“I know you and yours. And I know you know much beyond what you write of. Do not cull your writings to fit inside the heads of lesser men. They will know, or they will not.”
And there we have it.
Advice to crack the heavens.
Advice to melt away the frost of winter, and bring forth the seeds of spring.
SPROUT MANY BY THE
:ᚩ: :ᚨ: :ᚦ:
In the damp, frost-plagued earth did my mind and spirit coax new, old, and very powerful seeds towards the surface and forefront of my mind.
So that one day they might sprout towards the great skyfather that we all shall meet someday.
If my words become like fleeting snowflakes towards your mind; and they melt too quickly to see patterns of note implanted upon the brain, then I apologize and you are not yet of a similar mind to the rest of us.
But I do so press forward now; for those capable of understanding the ramblings of this soldier of the SUBLIME ARCHON (αρχ-).
Spring is dead.
Long live the spring!
The time for :I: is dying.
The feast to come is just beginning to take form.
I pity those who have not taken the proper Apollonian precautions needed.
The duties required inorder to move forward and earn their Lon Laith within this most glorious summer.
THIS IS YEAR ZERO OF THE TRUE NBA (THE NEON BRONZE AGE)
…But do you make the roster?
If you have not prepared, then you will simply not attain the true warmth and might of this glory.
And no one will be to blame but yourself.
Look to the signs.
Is it not true that the world now splits between those who understand and those who do not?
Is it not true that with every passing day this reality becomes more and more uncanny?
Theseus has entered the labyrinth, and there is no turning back.
Evil is here my friend. And Yet so is the light.
Science of the modern era has even heralded this. Only one week ago was there seen a massive solar flare from the great ⊕.
This inevitably gifts unto all humans of this era the boons, and power of hearty
I wish to leave none in the dark and cold.
Though now me and the others press upwards and onwards towards the :highest peak:
We move to greet the Archon and bask in the boons of what is about to be unleashed upon this great green earth of ours.
THE :JUPITER PRIMUS: IS UPON US
If you seek to join us then I urge you to take bedside by this dying spring.
Follow these tasks, and see yourself further prepared for what is to come: